OUR car?! (RP with isabelowens)

[agentcampbell]

Campbell had been preparing to check his blood sugar when Isabel had flounced in and practically slapped him in the face with a pair of panties in a small plastic baggy thing. She distracted him and stabbed his finger much harder than he should have. "Ow, fuck!" he cursed, dropping the small monitoring lancet onto his desk. He quickly smeared the blood droplets onto one of the strip and shoved it into the small electronic meter, then pushed out of his chair to stalk over to Isabel's desk.

"What?!" he cried in aggravation, throwing up his hand.

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[isabelowens.livejournal.com]

"Why is my getting laid so important to you? I mean, it is possible for people to live without sex every five hours." She found herself smiling though, and just waved a hand in defeat. "Yeah, yeah. Just don't blame me if I wind up jumping off it instead."

[agentfraser.livejournal.com]

"I think it's what you need to loosen up. When was the last time you had sex, by the way? This could really explain the tense moodiness that you seem to take out on me on a regular basis. No female has PMS that often," Campbell teased, swabbing off his lancet to check his levels again. They were too low to leave it. Could explain his own irritability.

He took the meter from his pocket and removed the old strip. "Markham on third floor could be a good prospect. He's a nice guy."

[isabelowens.livejournal.com]

Isabel gave him a look that said he better be careful what else he says about her 'female PMS'. She hadn't thought she'd been that bad, and really... it was only Campbell's continual rubbing in of his healthy sex life that was starting to get to her.

"Whatever. I'm going to the party. Doesn't mean you need to play pimp."

[agentfraser.livejournal.com]

"I never play pimp. I just lightly suggest. My eyes will be peeled for my own prospects. I won't have time to think about anyone else's. My brother will be there with a bunch of his mates. His wife is letting him out to play for the night, even though she doesn't trust me as far as she can spit on me," Campbell said with a snigger.

He pricked his finger and squeezed it so the blood would come more freely. He finished up and dropped the meter onto his desk to wait for it to beep. "On the other hand, Frank's not allowed out to play. His Mummy wants him home for a family thing."